| Ellen Ripley: |
Whenever he says anything, you say, "right,"
Brett. You know that? |
| Brett: |
Right. |
| ----- |
| Parker: |
Its got a wonderful defense mechanism--you
don't dare kill it. |
| ----- |
| Parker: |
What's the matter? The food ain't that bad,
baby. |
| ----- |
| Ellen Ripley: |
It doesn't look like an S.O.S. |
| Ash: |
What is it then? |
| Ellen Ripley: |
Well, I . . . it looks like a warning. I'm
gonna go out after them. |
| Ash: |
What's the point? I mean, by the time it takes
to get there, you'll, they'll know if it's a warning or not. |
| ----- |
| Dallas: |
It's not coming off, without tearing his face
off with it. |
| ----- |
| Ellen Ripley: |
This is Ripley, last survivor of the Nostromo,
signing off. |
| ----- |
| Ellen Ripley: |
This thing bled acid, who knows what it's gonna
do when it's dead. |
| Ash: |
I think it's safe to assume it isn't a zombie. |
| ----- |
| Ash: |
I can't lie to you about your chances, but
you do have my sympathies. |
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